Page 42 of One of Them Girls

Thank God for small miracles because I don’t know what I would do if someone approached her.

I have no right to do anything, really. It’s not like we’re actually dating. It’s a charade meant to keep the women at bay.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.

I’m not quite ready to explore the real reason I want her to stay close to me.

Cassi glances my way before she says something to Rebecca. Then she saunters over to me. I can’t help but smile at her giggle as she drops into my lap. She takes the beer I’ve been nursing for the past hour and sets it down.

“I was drinking that.” I rasp.

Loving the way she feels in my lap as I wrap my hand around her waist. Holding her in place.

These little touches have been coming more frequently lately. A hand hold here. A kiss on the cheek there. I don’t know when she became comfortable enough to sit in my lap, but fuck if I don’t love it.

Maybe it’s the fake relationship thing, or maybe it’s the vibe in the air. Whatever it is, I’m thanking my lucky stars right about now.

Cassi snuggles into my side before responding. “Not anymore.”

“You having fun?”

“Of course,” she says, running her hand down my chest.

“That’s some outfit,” I tell her, trying not to stare at her breasts that are on display.

I’ve been trying to keep my eyes off her all night, but I’ve failed completely.

“You like it?” she says coyly.

“You know I do,” I growl, squeezing her tight, making her gasp. “I think every guy who sees you in this would love it.”

She smiles brightly. “Take a walk with me?”

I nod as she gets up, easily slipping her hand in mine to help me stand.

We walk down the beach away from our impromptu party in silence.

“Here’s good.” She pulls on my hand, stopping me.

I drop down into the sand, patting next to me for her to join me.

She doesn’t though. Instead, she pushes my knees down before straddling my lap.

My hands immediately come up to her hips, holding her in place. I’m not the only one who noticed this new position. My dick hardens in my pants at the feel of her heat on top of me.

“What are you doing?” I smile at her.

“Shhh. No talkey,” she whispers.

I’m about to ask her what she means when she leans in, ghosting her lips over mine as if she’s teasing me.

I hesitate for a moment.

“Adra.” I smile when I see her shiver. “What are you doing?” I ask again.

“Avi, aren’t you tired of all the tension between us?” she whispers before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re drunk,” I tell her.

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